After cumming and then being brutally whipped and electrocuted, Lance is allowed a fitful rest, alone and naked in his cell. As his fit, young body regains its strength, he is dragged from his cell and strapped to a cross – crucified like a criminal in ancient Rome or an apostate in modern Syria. His powerful muscles, from his thick legs to his hard abs to his broad shoulders, hold him in position – for now. After an hour, however, terrible pain begins to settle in. And he has much, much longer to go. “The only way you are coming down off that cross is if you talk,” the man announces. “Fuck you!” Lance barks back. Next week: Six hours later.